God (or what- or whomever you believe in) may save your soul (or thetan or whatever you believe in)!
This site is nothing but the collection of the stuff that come from the endless pit I dare to call my mind.
You can find a list of the pages along with their descriptions. Instead of categorizing by genre or content, I chose to group by language for a few simple reasons:
The dates are as accurate as possible. In case of performed writings, the date is the date of the performance. Otherwise it's the date on which the last major change were made.
If you have any questions, feel free to try figuring out by yourself.
Sincerely,
B. Zoltán Gorza
it's been a while I've written a real one of these
not that anyone would read it
Even though I have only published a couple of short stories that are, quite frankly, most likely to be no more than "early tries", nowadays I fancy myself as a writer and as such, I look at the world in a different way than before. Of course, as you can see, I have written novellas (or "short stories" if we want to stick with English terminology), but they were...
I was playing with my cat after feeding her, when I felt a small breeze from behind. I did not think much of it, the windows were open on both sides of the room; must have been the wind outside, I thought, but my cat looked there and her eyes were fixated on something. I turned around, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, alas I saw a...
They were sleeping when the lights came through their window. They were not blessed with great wits or the gift of logical thinking. What they were given was great eyes instead: they had a condition called abnormal tetrachromacy, which meant that they had limited infrared-vision. When I learned about it from them I, as I have been always fascinated by colors and color deception, had to ask...
This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.